Umid Ali writes

FORENOON

The night’s dead, but dawn grew up, 

The seedless sky gave birth. 

As if human congratulated human, 

The space honored itself.

It drinks the ray sky to sky, 

Looks… makes life of silence. 

It locates the world in such little palm, 

My heart sings a song – narrator.

My dreams in the morning… there is not any dust, 

A soul is also fresh as if sunrise and dawn. 

Never close your eyes, the sky must seal, 

A dawn – a gate opened by the angels. 

 --tr. Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"

 

 Between Dawn and Dusk Cycle -- Karol Bak